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// Melodic 
// Story: Of Butterflies and Biceps 
// by Pump It Up 
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It was a beautiful day. He knew that. The sky was blue - brushed lightly by the sun's rays. White splodges in the sky neatly decorated it, to his jealousy. Unlike the clouds, he had sharp edges and jerky movements, only sharing the same colour, and nothing more. It was something he didn't like - resenting the world, even just a little. But the world didn't seem as beautiful as some liked to describe.

He was broken out of his thoughts as a sweet sound found its way to his ear. He flicked it in response, before glancing to both sides of him, wondering where it was coming from. As he listened to it more than the tweeting birds around him, he recognized it to be a voice. A quiet voice.

A quiet voice singing.

He wondered if he was wrong to assume the song to be less than happy. From what he could hear, it was not at all sang in a minor tone, nor where the lyrics at all depressing. In fact, they seemed to dance steadily with the nature, which by all means, was wonderful.

And yet... the voice sounded so distant.

The white pegasus lifted his bulky body onto his hooves, and began to trot towards the sound. Though with each step the voice became louder, the words could not be sang more quietly.

He paused behind a bush, searching for the voice's keeper, and by no means took very long to spot her; a yellow pegasus, whose lips only faintly moved as she continued to sing with a slow tempo,

"...and the leaves will keep swirling, when new and when old.
One flower will bloom, even when its stem falls,
And one seed will sink down, though it may not hear its call.
And only one mare will see, how hard life may still be,
And she'll continue to sing, asking if anyone's listening-"

"YEAH!"

He then gasped, slamming his front hooves on his mouth. The mare jumped, swinging her head around to lock her eyes with his. As she did, a faint whimper escaped her, as several pink tresses covered her eye. Filled with guilt, he buzzed his wings and hovered over to her.

"Sorry!" he said, a little more loudly than he intended. "I just really liked your voice... and I was just curious to why you sounded so-"

A yellow hoof closed his mouth before he could finish. She stared up at him, her face a little more visible. Her cheeks were tinted red, by what he thought to be embarrassment. Yet, he might've been wrong.

"...I'm glad somepony stayed to listen to me."